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The vineyard_ a novel - Barbara Delinsky
The Viniard, A NOVEL
Barbara Delinski
SIMON & SCHUSTER
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright (c)'2000 by Barbara Delinsky
All rights reserved,
including the right of reproduction
in whole or in part in any form.
SIMON & SCHUSTER and colophon are
registered trademarks of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
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Manufactured in the United States of America
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Delinsky, Barbara.
The vineyard : a novel I Barbara Delinsky. p. cm.
1. Wine and wine making-Fiction, 2. Familyowned business enterprises-Fiction. 3. Single mothers-Fiction. 4. Rhode Island-Fiction.
5. Remarriage-Fiction. I. Title. PS35S4.E4427 VS6 2000
813'.54-dc21 00-037311
ISBN 0-684-86484-3
Aoeknwkdgments
DOING RESEARCH for a book has the potential for reward on several levels. I was fortunate in the course of writing The Vineyard to be on the receiving end of both information and enthusiasm. Without these, The Vineyard wouldn't be quite what it is.
For information on grape growing and the workings of vineyards along the southern New England coast, my thanks go to Anne Samson Celander, Susan and Earl Samson, and Joetta Kirk of Sakonnet Vineyards in Little Compton, Rhode Island. For help with crises in such vineyards, I thank Bob Russell of Westport Rivers in Westport, Massachusetts.
My thanks to Cecile Selwyn for sharing the latest thinking on dyslexia and its treatment; to Carol Baggaley for information on birthing kittens; to Daisy Starling for things Portuguese; and to Jack Williams for his thoughts on hurricanes of the dry variety.
All the above know their fields well. I am solely responsible for any errors made or variances taken in the name of literary license.
For their support, their expertise, and their energy, I thank Amy Berkower, Jodi Reamer, Michael Korda, Chuck Adams, and Wendy Page.
As always, with love, I thank my family.
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ON WHAT HAD BEGUN as just another June day in Manhattan, Susanne Seebring Malloy returned to her Upper East Side brownstone after lunch with friends to find a saffron yellow envelope in the mail. She knew it was from her mother, even without the vineyard logo in the upper left corner or her mother's elegant script in the address. Between the Asquonset, Rhode Island, postmark and the scent of Natalie's trademark freesia, there was no doubt at all.
Susanne stepped out of her Ferragamos and curled her toes in dismay. A letter from her mother was the last thing she needed. She would look at it later. She was feeling hollow enough as it was.
And whose fault was that? she asked herself, irrationally annoyed. It was Natalie's fault. Natalie had lived her life by the book, doing everything just so. She had been the most dutiful wife Susanne had ever seen-and she had been Susanne's role Page 1
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model. So Susanne had become a dutiful wife herself. By the time the women's movement had taken hold, she was so busy catering to Mark and the kids that she didn't have time for a career. Now the children were grown and resented her intrusion, and Mark had staff to do the small things she used to do. She still traveled with him sometimes, but though he
claimed to love having her along, he didn't truly need her there. She was window dressing. Nothing more.
She had time for a career now. She had the energy. But she was fifty-six, for goodness sake. Fifty-six was a little old to be starting a career. So where did that leave her? she wondered, discouraged now as she took the new catalogues from the mail and settled into a chair by the window overlooking the courtyard. It left her with Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdale's, Hammacher Schlemmer, and a sense that somehow, somewhere, she had missed the boat. She should ask her mother about that, she thought dryly-as if Natalie would sympathize with boredom or understand restlessness. And even if she did, Natalie didn't discuss problems. She discussed clothing. She discussed wallpaper. She discussed bread-and-butter letters on engraved stationery. She was an expert on manners.
So was Susanne. But she was fed up with those things. They were dull. They were petty. They were as irrelevant as the bouillabaisse she had cooked yesterday before remembering that Mark had a dinner meeting, or the cache of hors d'oeuvres and pastries she had prepared in the past six months and frozen for the guests who never came anymore-and speaking of food, if Natalie was sending her the menu for the vineyard's Fall Harvest Feast, Susanne would scream.
Ripe for a fight, she pushed herself out of the chair and retrieved the yellow envelope from the hall table. Mail from her mother was common. Natalie was forever sending copies of reviews of one Asquonset wine or another, and if not a review, then a personal letter of praise from a vintner in California or France-though Susanne wasn't interested in any of it. The vineyard was her parents' pride and joy, not hers. She had spent decades trying to convince them of that. Lobbying efforts to get her involved, like most else in her life, had grown old. But this envelope was different. It was of the same heavy stock that Natalie favored, but its color-deep yellow with dark blue ink-was a far cry from the classic ivory with burgundy ink of usual Asquonset mailings. And it wasn't addressed to Susanne alone. It was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Mark Malloy in a calligrapher's script that, too, was a deviation from Asquonset style. Uneasy, Susanne held the envelope for a moment, thinking that
something had been going on with Natalie the last few times they talked. Her words had been optimistic ones, focusing on how Asquonset was recovering from Alexander's death, but she had seemed... troubled. More than once, Susanne sensed there was something Natalie wasn't saying, and since Susanne didn't want to be involved in vineyard business, she didn't prod. She simply decided that being troubled was part of the mourning process. Suddenly, now, she wondered if there was a connection between this envelope and that tension.
Opening the flap, she pulled a matching yellow card from inside.
* ; PLEASE JOIN us
LABOR DAY SUNDAY AT 4 P.M.
THE GREAT HOUSE '' *-, * ASQUONSET VINEYARD AND WINERY a
. ; NATALIE SEEBRING AND CARL BURKE
Susanne frowned. She read the words again.
Wedding?
Stunned, she read the invitation a third time, but the words didn't change. Natalie remarrying? It didn't make sense. Natalie marrying Carl? That made even less sense. Carl Burke had been the vineyard manager for thirty-five years. He was an employee, an earthy man of meager means, nowhere near on a par with Alexander Seebring-Susanne's father-Natalie's husband of fifty-eight years, dead barely six months.
Oh yes. Susanne knew that Carl had been a big help to Natalie in the last few Page 2
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months. Natalie mentioned him often-more often of late. But talking about the man was one thing; marrying him was something else entirely. Was this a joke? Not likely. Even if Natalie were a comic, which she wasn't, she wouldn't do anything as tasteless as this.
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